One of these days!Krueg said:Strong work! Now, lets get that 405 off the floor! :box:
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
One of these days!Krueg said:Strong work! Now, lets get that 405 off the floor! :box:
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
It felt hard, in the sense that there was a constant tension that never let go, unlike that weird springy feeling when I'm lifting weight that's lighter and not too hard for me. It was weird actually, my body felt like it couldn't get to 5 or even 6, but my mind sort of overrode my body and said LIFT THIS WEIGHT! haha. I do believe it is a rep PR...come to think of it rep PRs almost feel better than a 1RM PR. Probably because a rep PR means you are gaining more control over the weight rather than putting all your might into 1 single rep. And it usually means a 1RM PR is well on it's way.Krueg said:How'd that 245 bench feel? Was that a rep PR as well?
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Haha thanks man, it took me back to the days of pushing sleds in football.Fuglydude said:Nice work w/ the car pushing... now where's my 405 trap bar pull?
Try the trap bar man... I promise you'll like it!
TheStig said:Bench Press
1 x 295 lbs (PR!)
....
some guy was curling in the power rack so I just did a couple sets of rollouts and pullups til he was done
.....
Rack Pulls
2 x 425 lbs (PR!)
Fvck yeah
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.